Murder Scene

a slash of knife across the neck,
like a flash of lightning,
a deep gash is formed,
and dark liquid trickled down,

he drops the knife, in surprise,
not realizing,
what he could do in anger,
and blinding fury,


the body lay motionless,
eyes vacant, unmoving,
and her body lay sprawled,
in a way it would not, had she been alive,


he wept at the sight,
wailing and bawling,
like a child in need of milk,
for he had murdered the one he loves,


for hours he sat by the corpse,
which by the minute, grew colder,
while he regretted the argument they had,
where he got mad at her and slashed her cruelly,

then sanity came back to him,
he must get rid of the body,
He would not be caught,
no, he has much to lose,

He dragged her to the back,
trying hard not to bump her neck,
blood trailed the path he dragged,
he must wash it before he left,

out in the woods, he stood,
panting,
the moon was covered by clouds,
and a slow thunder rumbled,

a drop of rain fell,
and turned into torrents,
grateful for it, he felt,
for the rain will wash away the dark blood,
of the ground and his hands,

there he buried her,
in an unmarked grave,
not saying a prayer to grant her peace,
he fled from there,

back home, of the run,
he turned on the tap, to wash his hands,
try as he might, the stain never washed off,
he scrubbed and scrubbed,
furiously he scrubbed,
but he could still see her blood on his hands,

for years he had been washing his hand,
for though the blood has gone,
he doesn't know that,
his guilt had made him insane,
and could seek no salvation
for what he has done.